[Verse 1] Spent my life believing brains would win the race, But the world bows down to a pretty fucking face. A slick suit idiot gets praise like royalty, While the ones who work get blamed for loyalty. Tie around his neck, but there’s nothing in his head, I break my back for crumbs, he smiles and gets ahead. [Pre-Chorus] It’s all a circus trick, a fashion ritual — If you look like you're smart, they treat you like you’re actual. [Chorus] DRESSED LIKE A KING, THINKS LIKE A CLOWN! DRESSED LIKE A KING, THINKS LIKE A CLOWN! (ah-ah-own) DRESSED LIKE A KING, THINKS LIKE A CLOWN! DRESSED LIKE A KING, THINKS LIKE A CLOWN! (ah-ah-own) DRESSED LIKE A KING, THINKS LIKE A CLOWN! [Verse 2] Ironed shirt, empty mind, corporate masterpiece, Faking competence with cologne and polished grease. The dude delivers nothing, but they call him “visionaire”, I fix his mess daily — no bonus, no air. Philosophers warned us “form will eat the core,” But hey, slap on a blazer and you’re genius lore. [Pre-Chorus] In this aesthetic hell where stupidity can shine, A wardrobe speaks louder than a working spine. [Chorus] DRESSED LIKE A KING, THINKS LIKE A CLOWN! DRESSED LIKE A KING, THINKS LIKE A CLOWN! (ah-ah-own) DRESSED LIKE A KING, THINKS LIKE A CLOWN! DRESSED LIKE A KING, THINKS LIKE A CLOWN! (ah-ah-own) DRESSED LIKE A KING, THINKS LIKE A CLOWN! [Bridge] If clothing makes the man, then mankind’s fucking doomed. We worship empty shells while real talent gets consumed. A world of mannequins pretending to be wise, Suits preach greatness while they’re dead behind the eyes. [Final Chorus] DRESSED LIKE A KING, THINKS LIKE A CLOWN! DRESSED LIKE A KING, THINKS LIKE A CLOWN! (ah-ah-own) DRESSED LIKE A KING, THINKS LIKE A CLOWN! DRESSED LIKE A KING, THINKS LIKE A CLOWN! (ah-ah-own) DRESSED LIKE A KING, THINKS LIKE A CLOWN!
